Within an hour of landing on La Isla de la Juventud, the Isle of Youth, I was clamouring through an underground tunnel in the Presidio Modelo, or Model Prison, Cuba's most dreaded pre-revolutionary prison, using my iPhone as a torch and trying not to slip on wooden planks and rubble.

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